Before we get into the short story, I've never been that good at writing stories. Poems, lyrics, all have been ok, and so any helpful comments on how to make this better would be appreciated. It's definately a work in progress!

Home

They are tearing at me, wanting only one thing, and so I run... Run from those who I once loved.It’s so dark, where are all the stars? Maybe they are hiding too... I’m so tired... I just want to go home.Then I see you, with that burning gaze that had drawn me into your arms so many times in the past. There was safety in those arms...I look down as I run to you, my feet are torn and bleeding from the broken city street and the shattered glass, which now, I swear, seems to be almost taking place of the stars with its eerie twinkle... I must have run faster then I realised, because when I look up from my shattered glass sky you are standing right there in front of me, with a passion flickering in your eyes that I had never seen before... I’m drawn into those eyes, and soon, their fire is all I can see.My knees grow weak, and suddenly you’re standing over me. Your look is not one of worry and care, but instead, a hellish smile starts seeping from your red lips, why aren’t you helping me?! Your smile only widens as I struggle to stand, and so I try to scream at you! Scream of the love we once shared, of the future we had both hoped for together, marriage! Children! And growing old!.. But my voice has gone with the rest of my body. Desperately I turn away from the gaze that had nearly engulfed me, and I reach my hands out to the approaching sea of faces, someone must care about me, someone must want to help! That’s when I realise... I’m in a world full of lost souls, who care only for themselves... and I have condemned myself unto them. How could I have been so blind?! How did I not realise the coldness of your skin, when once it was so warm? Or the absence of your breath that used to tickle the back of my neck lovingly? There is truly no escape now, and so I turn back to your eyes, the rest of the world starts to fade, and I barely notice how it tears me away, piece... by... piece... Now all I can see is that beautiful fire in your eyes surrounding me. All I can feel is its warmth... I am home.

« Last Edit: October 09, 2009, 05:33:08 am by DarkMilly »

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We may fail alone, but that is better than dying with them, only to be forgotten. I for one, would rather suffer now, than leave this life without passion.